Rosangela: The Runaway Princess (Book #2)
Chapter 24

“What the hell are you doing here, Angela?” I was astounded by someone’s scream.

I spun around and found Prince Xavier standing before me.

“Oh you startled me!” I said.

“You haven’t answered me yet. What are you doing here?” the prince repeated his question.

“Can’t you see that I’m sweeping the floor? Shoo now! I want my job to be over and done with as fast as possible.” I tried to chase him away.

“Who told you to sweep the floor?” he inquired angrily.

“Mariana,” I replied.

“Come!” He grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him.

“Where are you taking me?” I enquired.

“Shut up!” he snapped at me.

Prince Xavier brought me to the kitchen. We saw Mariana rapping out orders to the kitchen staffs.

“Mariana!” Prince Xavier roared.

Mariana fell silent and turned to look at us. The kitchen staffs also turned their attention to us. They all bowed down when they saw Prince Xavier.

The vampire prince crooked his finger. “Mariana, come here!”

Mariana gulped and approached us soon. “How may I help you, Your Highness?” she inquired.

“Why did you order my pet to work?” Prince Xavier asked furiously.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, but which pet do you mean?” Mariana asked back in bewilderment.

“Her.” The prince pointed to me.

“Angela?” She looked at me in surprise. I just gave her a shrug.

“Yes, Angela is my pet. Do you know what a pet is for, Mariana? A pet is to be cared of, not to work like a slave. Do you understand me?” Prince Xavier reprimanded her.

Mariana hung her head in shame. “Yes, I understand. I am so sorry, Your Highness. I thought she’s a new slave here so I ordered her to work. I don’t know that Angela is your pet, and she didn’t tell me about it either.”

I caught Mariana secretly sending me a glare. I glowered back at her. “So you want to lay the blame on me, Mariana?” I asked mentally.

Fortunately, Prince Xavier ignored Mariana’s accusation against me. “I don’t want this to ever happen again, or else I will punish you severely. Do I make myself clear, Mariana?” he said firmly.

“Yes, Your Highness. I promise it will never happen again,” Mariana said.

“Come on, Angela!” Prince Xavier seized hold of my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen.

The prince and I walked down some hallways and finally stopped in front of the doors that led to the slave quarters. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Get changed, Angela! You’re my pet, not my slave. So I don’t want you to dress like a slave,” he ordered.

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“And after you change your clothes, meet me at my bed chamber!” he added.

I nodded my head in understanding.

Prince Xavier spun on his heel and walked away.

I opened the doors of the slave quarters and went to my bedroom to change. When I arrived at my bedroom, I just remembered that I didn’t have other clothes but maid uniforms and nightdresses. I rummaged around in all of the drawers of my dresser to see if I could find casual clothes, but I found nothing. I didn’t want to wear a nightdress around Prince Xavier. Thus, I finally decided to go to Prince Xavier’s bedroom without changing my clothes.

I knocked on Prince Xavier’s bedroom door.

“Come in!” he commanded from the other side of the door.

I opened the door and stepped in. I saw Prince Xavier sitting on the sofa in front of his bed.

“Angela, I told you you’re my pet not my slave. So why are you still dressing like a slave?” Prince Xavier scolded me when he saw me still wearing the same clothes.

“Don’t blame me! I have nothing else to wear. I can only find maid uniforms in my bedroom,” I said.

Prince Xavier rose to his feet and marched over to me. “Follow me!” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

“Where are we going?” I queried curiously after we got out of the prince’s bedroom.

“We’re going shopping,” he replied.

“Shopping?” I repeated. My heart lifted at the mention of shopping.

“Yes,” he responded.

“But wait!” I said when I just realized something.

Prince Maximilian stopped walking and turned to look at me. “What else?”

“I can’t go shopping while wearing this maid uniform, right?” I said.

“Oh you’re right,” he mumbled.

The prince spun me around and then led me back to his bedroom. Afterwards, we walked into his walk-in closet.

“Pick any clothes that you think will fit you! I’ll wait for you outside,” he said.

Before I could give a reply, Prince Xavier strode out of the walk-in closet and shut the door after him.

I looked around the prince’s walk-in closet and grabbed a baggy T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I stripped off my maid uniform and stockings, so I was only wearing my bra and panties now. After that, I changed into the clothes that I had chosen. The T-shirt went down to my knees, while the sweatpants were way too big, thus I had to pull the drawstrings tight so that it wouldn’t come off, and I rolled it up to my ankles too so I wouldn’t trip while I was walking.

After getting dressed, I walked out of the walk-in closet and approached the prince who was waiting for me by the door.

“I’m ready,” I announced.

“Let’s go!” Prince Xavier started walking out of the room and signaled me to follow him.

I teetered after him in my high-heeled shoes.

We strolled down the hallway and came to a halt in front of a lift.

“Wait! A lift?” My jaw dropped.

“So you have a lift in this palace?” I asked dumbly.

Prince Xavier chuckled. “Of course!”

“Why didn’t you tell me that this palace has a lift? If I knew there was a lift here, I wouldn’t have to climb so many stairs to go to your room,” I protested.

“Simple. You never asked me about it. Besides, it’s no use telling you about the lift,” he said.

“Why?” I queried.

“Because only royal family and their guests who are allowed to take the lift. Meanwhile, the slaves and guards must use the stairs,” he explained.

“I wish I could tell them that I am a part of a royal family too, so I would be allowed to use the lift here,” I secretly hoped.

“So you’re going to take the lift now, meanwhile, I have to climb down the stairs?” I inquired.

“No, you can take the lift too because you’re with me,” he responded.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“Come on!” said Prince Xavier once the lift doors opened.

We entered the lift. Prince Xavier pressed the bottom floor and the doors closed before it started to descend. Not long after that, the door opened, revealing the luxurious foyer of the palace.

We walked out of the palace got into a sport car that was parked outside. Prince Xavier sat on the driver’s seat, meanwhile, I sat beside him on the passenger’s seat.

“So you will drive the car by yourself?” I asked in disbelief when Prince Xavier put the key into the ignition.

“Of course!” he replied, “Why did you ask?”

“Nothing. I just think that it’s weird,” I answered.

His eyebrows lifted. “Weird?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Because you’re a prince, I think you will always want a chauffeur to drive for you.”

He laughed. “Just because I am a prince, it doesn’t mean that I always need a chauffeur. If I can drive by myself, I will. But if I can’t, I’ll call a chauffeur.”

“I see!” I nodded my head in understanding.

“I thought Prince Xavier would be like Prince Maximilian who didn’t want to drive his own car just because he’s a prince. But apparently I am wrong. Prince Xavier is a very independent prince,” I thought in awe.

Buckling himself in, Prince Xavier enquired, “Ready?”

I fastened my seat belt then answered, “Yes.”

Prince Xavier started the engine and the car finally pulled away.

“Wait! You don’t bring bodyguards with you?” I questioned in surprise when I didn’t see any guards following us.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t need bodyguards. I can take care of myself.”

“He’s really different from Prince Maximilian. Unlike Prince Maximilian who always wants to be followed by his personal bodyguard, Jasper everywhere, Prince Xavier can say confidently that he doesn’t need any bodyguards because he can take care of himself. Cool!” I said inwardly.

“Don’t your parents— I mean, the king and queen mind you going without bodyguards?” I asked out of curiosity because my grandfather, King Bellamy, always made sure that I had at least two bodyguards with me wherever I went.

“No, they don’t mind,” he replied.

“But you’re the crown prince, don’t they worry if you go out alone?” I posed another question.

“They don’t worry about me because they know that I know that I’m old enough to take care of myself, Angela,” he said.

“If only King Bellamy could be like King Joaquin and Queen Estrella who gave so much freedom to their son, maybe I wouldn’t mind living with him. Besides, every girl must be dreaming of becoming a princess, including me,” I thought.

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